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I remember a stunning girlfriend, Rosemary Smith, whose family farmed at Coalburn. We met while both working and studying in Manchester and I remember our visit to her mother's farm at Coalburn in 1968. THere were fields of sheep, rain, sheep, trees, rain, lovely farmstead, rain, coal fire, rain, her old A40 Countryman estate car, rain etc! A lovely place and a lovely girl. When we met I had no idea at ...see more
I remember as a child in the early to mid 1960's taking many family holidays here in these wonderful bungalows. We spent many a day when it was raining playing Dominoes or Ludo as a family. My elder brother used to catch eels in the dyke that ran alongside of this place. I was very squeamish when he returned with them, thankfully they were never served up for tea. I have happy memories of going on holiday ...see more
My grandfather was born at Horncliffe Lodge, Tottington Higher End on Nov 15 1882. His name was Arthur Owens. His mother was Mary Platt whose family I believe were a prominent family in the village. His father was Richard Owens. Arthur, a cabinet maker, left England around 1910 and settled in Australia.
My grandparents lived in Wilkieston, my grandfather was a blinded Serviceman. They enjoyed a happy life in the village. I spent every weekend and summer holiday there and it remains in my heart. From the milkman to the Post Office, the church to Maggie Morgan's eggs, I do cherish those memories.
My family, Perry, moved to Bedfont from Hayes in 1953. Mum and dad had been saving up for a place of our own for years and on that momentous day we moved in to Orchard Avenue, Bedfont into a brand new house where I had my own bedroom for the first time. I spent months digging and laying out our front and back gardens with my father and all the neighbours soon became firm friends. As I was 12 I was soon enrolled into ...see more
The Fairy Loup was always my favourite walk as a child. In fact that picture would have been taken around the time my brother John and I along with our “Auntie Betty” and our sister Gillian in the pram used to go on our walks. Our Auntie Betty was not our real Aunt she was a Nanny who lived in Edinburgh and when she had time to herself she came to visit our parents. Not much of a ...see more
I have some wonderful memories of nights out in Consett in the sixties. There was a pub called the Masons Arms run by Kevin and Ina Kearney and the barmaid Jenny, I think. It served the most beautiful beer in the world or so we thought, Tuckers ales. On a weekend it would be filled with all sorts of characters, Army Sam, Wilf Patta, Vince Blacky, Willy Dicken, Phil Terry, all supping those big creamy pints, and ...see more
My husband and I have many fond memories of Wooburn Green. We bought our first home, Millstream House, on Glory Mill Lane, right opposite the Wiggins Teape paper mill. Our first child, Clare, was also born in Buckinghamshire at Burnham Beeches. We only stayed 2 years but got to know our neighbour, Lucy, really well. She used to tell us all about her working days at the mill. I enjoyed exploring the area and ...see more
My first visit was with my parents. From memory, they had booked to stay somewhere, but for some reason we were directed to stay with a Mr & Mrs Salter who owned a farmhouse near the church. We were made very welcome. Around 1949, I decided to cycle to Somerset from Dagenham Essex at the age of 16 against my parents wishes, I was only earning £2.10.0 (£2.50 today) each week. I had to ...see more
I was born at 455 Northolt Road during the 2nd World War where I lived with mum, grandad, granma and young uncle. My father was killed in Normandy Landings on June 6 1944 and was called Arthur Blerkom. My mum was Lil Blerkom and worked in munitions factory and later as usherette at the Odeon in South Harrow. After the war we had to move to Hayes as the house was only rented to us for the ...see more
My great grandfather, Henry Waight bought this pub when he retired from the Royal Navy. He ran it until he died in 1927. Two of his sons, Sid and Frank helped out behind the bar. He also owned three shops opposite. I'd love to see any older photos of it.
I moved into King Edward Road one hot summers day, covered in red spots. I had to be placed on a makeshift bed in the shade of a tree in the front garden while the rest of the family moved in. Little has changed, but the road seems half the width now due to all the cars parked on both sides of the road. In 1957, hardly anyone had cars. Now, each house could have 2.
I remember staying in the Black Bull, run by my grandad, grandad Lack. In the back garden was a huge willow tree and in one of the outhouses all the metal tops from the beer bottles were discarded. I used to sit in the tap room and look though the net curtains smelling strongly of cigarette smoke at the main road. He gave me fizzy cherryade. Auntie Peggy and Uncle George lived with grandad and took ...see more
I have very fond memories of holidays spent with my Aunt Susan Parkinson and my cousins Jane and David Boggia and their daughters Mel and Bev. I helped out in the store one holiday and had my first romance with a lad from the village. We were always made very welcome. My dad used to live and work on Uncle Ben's farm and it was from there he joined the army. Dad's name was Bill Byatt. I remember playing with the ...see more
These were Elmwood Cottages in the Worminghall Road. I was born in the far end house, and lived my first 25 years in the 8th semi along. My Mum and Dad would have had our house since new. It seems odd to think that we were probably at home when this was taken. They were demolished in 1984 to make way for brand new houses. The lovely Elm trees that used to stand in front of the houses ...see more
The white building on the right used to be the cinema, or as we knew it the 'Picture House'. My late grandfather George Alfred Williams, known as 'Alf' or 'Little Alf' was the projectionist there for many years - he didn't have far to go, he lived about 50 yards further down the road! My mum was born on Castle Street and still lives in the village. The actual view hasn't changed that dramatically, but the shop is no longer there and the cinema is now used by a mechanical engineering firm.
My memory having title "Lost Friendship In Time" was published on 25.01.08 that describes my friendship with Ms Elizabeth Noton who used to reside at 13, West End, Baslow, Bakewell, Darbyshire, England in 1967. We were in touch with till 1973 but our contact snapped due to many obvious reasons. I'm now 61 yrs old and probably she will be 55 yrs old lady. This is our real friendship and memory is still in my ...see more
As a young American lad I was posted on RAF Station Wethersfield, Essex in the late 50's. I met a young lass through a English aquaintance. This young lady was from Bradwell on Sea. She was a young beautiful lady who lived with her parents who had a very large farm nearby. I stayed at her parents who were quite well to do. On different occasions I would stay for a couple of days and was treated in a ...see more
This picture was taken from the corner of the Co-operative shop and features the Cherry Tree public house before it was turned into Waitrose. In about 1965, my friend’s mother remarried and my family was invited to the reception in the restaurant there. The single storey building nearest the Cherry Tree was a shop called Munts, which was a kind of Aladdin’s cave with bicycles and prams being amongst ...see more
The little 'hut' on the corner to me was always known as 'Mannings'. I think Mr Manning lived at the top of the stray. I had a paper round there for a while, early mornings going as far as Crosslee factory. I then used to go home and walk to school. I used to walk down Sutherland Road, up the snicket and down Knowle Top. Sometimes I would go down the main road to Hipperholme and Lightcliffe ...see more
Having left London to live in WGC in 1957, our family often went back to visit relatives so that was one of our most regular excursions. In the fifties and sixties we did not have a car and nor did many of our neighbours. We relied on the green double-decker 324 bus service to get us to the station. As it was a circular service, we could cross the road and go one way or wait at the bus stop on our side ...see more
I would like to ask whether anyone might be able to help me piece together a mystery. Five weeks ago, whilst walking through the local Derby countryside, my wife and I discovered a briefcase dumped in a brook. There were various items, including photographs, maps, documents etc, scattered all around. Curious, I collected as much as I could and took it home to dry out and investigate further. The contents ...see more
I would like to ask whether anyone might be able to help me piece together a mystery. Five weeks ago, whilst walking through the local Derby countryside, my wife and I discovered a briefcase dumped in a brook. There were various items, including photographs, maps, documents etc, scattered all around. Curious, I collected as much as I could and took it home to dry out and investigate further. The contents ...see more
My Great, great Grandfather--Thomas Garnham was married in this lovely church three days before the battle of Trafalgar in Oct---1805. He was described as a 'Sailmaker' at this time aged 24 years. He had connections to the 'Red-Cow' where is wife's parents lived and later was the landlord of the'Cross-Keys' which was eventually pulled down and replaced by what is now 'The New-England Hotel. I have searched for years for his place of birth with negative results. He died in 1841.
My uncle Maurice Redman built his own boathouse where he lived which was at Fenn Creek and he taught sailing. I remember going down there when I was a kid. He was a member of the village hall and designed the sports pavilion. Does anyone remember him? He sadly died in 1973 of a heart attack. He lived there all his adult life and was a well known character. I was sad to see his house was bulldozed to make way for the new developments. I would be interested to hear from anyone who knew him. Vic
Clearly not my memories! My ancestors, Frederick and Charlotte CHAMPION and their nine children lived at Hilgay, Keymer Road, Keymer which I read is now a Nursing Home. Frederick Shepherd CHAMPION was a Solicitor. He is my first cousin four times removed. Are there any decendants of Frederick CHAMPION still in Keymer? Any Champions at all? Please, are there any photos of Hilgay? Does anyone have any knowledge of this family or the Solicitor's Practice he worked for? Many thanks.
I lived three miles from Little Waltham from 1956 till I moved out about 1965. I lived in a cottage near Domsey Lane and we had no buses, only to the village, so when we went out to Chelmsford we had to catch the last bus to the village and then we had a three mile walk in the dark to get home and it was scary as there were no lights. When I moved out, my mother moved down to the village to live. My memories of ...see more
Having been born and reared in Aberaman, I spent many hours in the playing fields, even before it was named King George's field. Locally it is known as the hayfield, and even now is a source of pleasure for football and dog walkers. Sadly though, often the childrens playing area has been vandalised and it is no longer safe to 'camp' there overnight, as we once did, with a bottle of water and jam sandwiches! In the picture ...see more
Spending all day at the pool/beach when I was a kid. Would go in the sea, run along to the pool, jump in the shallow end ( cos you were getting a bit cold by this time ) and bliss, it was like being in a sauna. mmmmm Hurrying home to get a quick bite to eat then back down to pool, pulling soaking wet costume back on again. Yeuch!!! Also remember having midnight bathing/galas, team games, i.e. diving for tins of fruit. Those were the days................ great times.
I grew up in Bagby, moving there around 1988 and it holds some of the fondest memories for me. I lived in the village for 15 years before moving out of the area but I always make a point of driving through whenever I visit family close by. The village seems to have grown enormously, new houses near to The Greyhound which I believe has been renamed now and my old house bears little resemblance to its former grand incarnation. ...see more
my grandparents lived at 77 Old Hill, third house just behind tree, Mr and Mrs Thomas. I lived there till they built the Wimpy estate on fields behind my mum and dad, then got a council house. I loved living on the old hill, the family next door I am still friends with. That big tree in front of the houses used to have a tree swing, all the kids used to have a swing on it. A lot of children lived in the other houses you can see and nearly all still live in Bolsover.
My Mother Joan Simmonds was chosen to be Miss Ovaltine. She was dressed in a costume which is very similar to the famous one which adorns the front of the Ovaltine, and was used on the front of the tins for a while. She was put into a horse drawn cart in this costume, but I am not sure what the occasion was. Her two sisters, Freda and Frances also worked at the Ovaltine. Does anyone have any memories of this please?
My name is Hilda Mary Fenn nee Hurman. I was born at Yarford in 1924. My father was William Thomas Hurman, my mother Caroline Elizabeth nee Tucker. They are buried in the village churchyard. My two sisters and I were all married in the village church in 1952 and had receptions in the village hall. As children we attended the village school - Mr Hawkins was the ...see more
I used to live in a house at the top of Grange Hill in a road called Monks Way. At the top of our garden, just opposite Tottey's garage, there was the remains of a round sandstone tower. We were told that the area used to be a monastry or abbey, hence the name "Monks way". The monks were apparently persecuted and the tower was a watch tower to warn of any trouble. It was claimed that there was an underground ...see more
The car in this photograph is a Wolseley 10 HP car and a similar car can be currently seen on our website. The car on the website was part of a collection owned by the Lucey family in Ireland that was sold in 2007. http://www.wolseleyworld.com/index.php
The car in the photograph is a Wolseley. I am the Secretary of the Wolseley Register and recognise the car. The interesting thing is that a similar car exists in Hertfordshire and that also has the wicker tubular basket on the rear of the car.
My Grandmother, Edith Joyce Gummery, who was born in Tibberton near Worcestor was a volunteer nurse during WWI and I have an entire autograph album of hers where wounded soldiers who were housed at Battenhall Lodge signed her book.
Can anyone remember the horse-drawn ice-cream cart, the guy had as I remember a green cart, a white coat and a whistle. His ice-cream was really good proper stuff, then soft ice-cream came along and that was it, he must have just packed up. It's the old story, you don't know what you've got till its gone. Some names have come to mind, Mrs Hosey, Larnicks, Mrs Bond, Mr Woodhall, Susan Harker, John Hall, I think his dad ...see more
I was about 5 or 6 and my dad was a school groundsman visiting schools in the Reading area cutting the grass and generaly keeping the grounds tidy. He would sometimes take me with him on a Saturday or during the holidays, always by bus no car in those days. I remember going with him to the school at the end of this road towards the trees on the left of the photo. The school caretaker took delight in lifting me up to look ...see more
From Chris Johnson, This photograph is of Woolwich Common near General Gordon's House looking towards the Royal Military Accademy on the road towards Eltham. These houses are not there anymore and the 1960's Woolwich Common Estate now stands there and the blue plaque that was on General Gordon's house is now in the Heritage Centre in the old Arsenal.
I can remember during the 50's and 60's every weekend during the summer coaches lined up all the way from Gasworks Bridge right up to the pier.
When we were at Shoebury on holiday Mum and Dad always took me on the pier. We went out by train and usually walked back providing the weather was good. I can still remember the platforms either end and the green trains with the seats with backs that could be moved. The red mine at the end of the pier and then the lifeboat station on the left. We would also go to Margate from there as well. Either by the Royal Daffodil or Royal Sovereign.
I remember Rochford Market Square for the market days held there when I was a child, if my memory serves me correctly it was held every Thursday. I used to love going to see the animals in their pens, calves and pigs mainly, the bigger beasts were auctioned in the afternoons. There was a place for smaller animals in the stables in Back Lane, which I used to love too. Opposite the market square was a tearoom called Delph ...see more
I remember coming to live at Barclay House in the September with my sister Rachel and my Mum and Dad. We moved from Sutton Coldfield because Dad no longer wanted to work as a garage mechanic for someone else, and he wanted to own his own garage. Mum was not at all keen as she was leaving her friends behind, but as a dutiful wife, she agreed to the move and we settled into village life, albeit in part of ...see more
My Grandma lived in Quatford soon after my dad had been born, in a house that is no longer there because the new A road was built where it used to be. Her name was Edith Mildred (Millie) Ganderton, Nee Stealey.
My Dad was Charles Cheyne, the village chemist in Frimley Green - famous for his cough medicine - the report in the local Camberley News when he died in 1963 reported "It was dark brown in colour and had no name. Word spread far and wide about Mr Cheyne's cough cure, and soon people were sending for his medicine by post from as far away as Gibraltar and Holland." My Mum was Joan Jarman - the local ...see more
my great grandfather was James Simpson Blair who had his business in Dalton and celebrated his 100yrs in the 1990s. Does anyone remember it or is there any family out there. I am writting about him for college and need help, thanks.
I remember this building being Handscombes Ironmongers. And one end of it being a pram shop in the early 80's I think . I bought my parents their 25th wedding anniversary present in Handscombes... a dinner service in a Poppy design. Full service with tureens etc only cost £24.99! This was in 1978. They held their party at the Bell in Stanstead.
My gran owned the pub at Blackheath which was called the Forest King, it was on the edge of the cricket pitch. There was also another pub called the Volunteer on the next road. Does anybody remember them?
I have many happy memories of Melsonby as I visited regularly until the 1980's. My father's family (Healey) were from Melsonby and my aunt was a teacher at the C of E school for many years. My father and most of his family are buried in the churchyard in the picture. The right-hand cottage belonged to the Rennison family and as a child no visit to Melsonby was complete without a visit to them. Although only 22 ...see more
My great great grandfather Matthew Stannett was an elementary teacher along with his wife Sarah Bush Bolton (Stannett). They lived in the school house in 1881 with their five children. Has anyone got a photo of the house or know of the Stannett family?
In Spring 1948 I caught my finger in a folding chair at school and by the evening an abscess had formed. It was so painful that because our doctor's surgery was already closed my father took me to the Infirmary, but we landed in the maternity department, where we were really out of place! The next day we went again, and as there were no penicillin tablets in those days I had to have injections morning and evening and ...see more
Hi I'm Richard, I was at Warnham Court school between 1982-1984. Some people called me Ricky instead. It was a great place. So sad to hear it laid empty for years when the school closed down. It would be nice to hear from people that attended there. I remember the long drive up to the school, also the huge area called the deer park. Does anybody remember the old bike shed...or sick bay or the ...see more
My great uncle Henry Charles Rudd was an India Rubber Manufacturer at Seaton Mill, Ickham, in 1891. He is on the 1891 census. He died there the following year, in 1892. I believe my grandmother, Margaret Hagar Rudd also worked at the Mill. She was married to my grandfather Herbert Edwin Rudd, Henry Charles' brother. They were both sons of my great grandmother Sarah Clayden Rudd, who lived at the Green at ...see more
One of my family lived in the post office, a Mr John Henry Stair, he lived there with his family and a Mrs Stair was the postmistress around that time. John Henry died in April 1881.
My Mother, Annette Mercer, lived here with her parents Margaret and Harold Mercer and siblings Roger, Lynda, Bruce and Carolyn in 1953. From here they went to Denton, Lancashire. Annette worked in the office of Wood Treatment in Biddulph. She was age 16 at the time.
My grandmother was born in Geddinton Nov. 4, 1888. She was baptized and confirmed at St. Mary Magdalene. I have the prayer book she was given at her Confirmation. Her name was Agnes Mary Hopkins, the daughter of York and Rebecca Hopkins. She emigrated to Canada with her sister, Emily Whitney in 1910. My father visited Geddington when he was stationed in England dduring WW2. Someday I would like to visit Northamptonshire also. Margaret Reid
Was a member of the cubs and then the 9th Wembley Sea Scouts in the scout hut on the grounds of St Johns Church. This shot of the Church Lynch Gate is just as I remember it.
At Sir Josiah Masons Orphanage in Birmingham where I was bought up from 8 - 16 years old we ran both Guide and Scout troops. During our senior years we went to camp at Abererch in the Summer holidays and this was an event that was anticipated with relish, months in advance by those entitled to go. The camp always coincided with the village children's sports weekend which took place in the adjacent field and we were ...see more
Having moved back to Shrewsbury, my family and I spent many holidays in the village in the 1950's and we spent many day trips on Sundays in the village, parking by the Friends burial ground and having a picnic lunch and enjoying the sea air and the lovely beach. I would have my Ian Allan railway spotters book and would write down all the locomotive numbers. This exercise gave me a lifelong love of the ...see more
I was born in Shrewsbury in 1940 and my mother and I moved in with my grandmother at tawelfan in 1941. This was opposite the lane that leads down to the beach via the Friends burial ground and alongside another lane that lead up to Llwyn ddu farm and a footpath that took you up and over the mountain.
Up until I was 4 years old we lived with my Grandad and my Aunt Ena at no 2 Deirdre Avenue (now no 9). My Dad and Grandad had a small holding and people came from all around to buy their fresh vegetables, these would be classed as organic nowadays. My Aunt Ena also helped out with the vegetables, when she wasn't working at the kiosk on Wickford Station. She later married the station master George Walker. At ...see more
I'm so surprised there is nothing written about the castle before it became a prison. It has a history beginning as far back as 1452 when it was built by Lord Grey, who was in the court of King James the Second. It has such stories to tell and I only found the story when I moved here 20 years ago. My interest in the castle before it became held by the government was fueled by the head teacher from Longforgan ...see more
In the mid forties to 1950, my father was the manager of the Lochcarron hotel. Despite being very young at the time I do remember the place and have some great stories to tell to people who were there around the same time. Cath
My great great grandparents on my mum's side married in the Parish Church at South Mimms on March 17th 1850. Curate appears to have been William Read ??. Thomas and Sarah were both of full age and resided at Potters Bar. Thomas was a bricklayer and son of Thomas Palmer a carpenter. Sarah was daughter of George Woolley who was a brickmaker. Witnesses were William Sears and Duisilla Herbert. Marriage registered in Barnet. Julie
I remember this little track so well, it's just at the foot of the pier and has been there for as long as I can remember. My parents often took me to Southend for a day's outing, we had family friends at Thorpe Bay and quite often my dad and uncle and I would leave my mum and auntie to catch up on their gossip and chatter and we'd head off to Southend. After a time at the Kersaal ...see more
This photo' reminded me of those carefree summer days when we would cycle from Myland to the pool, leave our bikes, unlocked, in a heap outside, pay our 6d and go to the dank, cold, changing room under the bridge. The girls had to cross the end of the pool by a boardwalk to their changing room on the other side. There were high diving boards so the pool was about ten feet deep at the deep end. We ...see more
I often think how lucky we post-war Leytonstone kids were to be born in the East End of London, yet have the whole of Wanstead park, the flats and what we called the forest at the end of our street, Browning Road, to get lost in. The mysterious Quakers Meeting house that was surrounded by the massive and famous 'Red Wall' where we all scratched our names in the soft red bricks and ...see more
My earliest memories of Ascot were of the wonderful people who lived in and around the Fernbank Road area. These people were and still are the true people of Ascot. Although we were all "Working-class" we had the most wonderful childhoods any children have ever had. This was a true community. Everybody had their place and were proud of it. We saw many changes and adapted to them, people were much happier ...see more
I remember swimming in Worksop Lido almost everyday during the summer - or so it seemed. We swam in the early morning before school, we swam '5 'til 6' after school (cost 4d) and sometimes on a Saturday morning for two hours for even less. It must have been cold but we didn't notice. The only time that we did notice was when we went from school on Monday mornings at about 9.30 - then it was very cold.
My name is Malcolm Snow, I was born in 1939. I grew up in 7, Bleinheim Rd. My Dad was Les Snow from Fair Oak, and Flo Jennings from Eastleigh, Grandparents where Frank and Annie Snow, and Louisa Jennings later to be Mellish. Grandad Jennings was killed in WW1. Our house was demolished to make way for the Salvation Army building in Bleinheim Rd, and my Grandma Mellish's house made way for the swan shopping centre. My ...see more
This memory of the Fortune of War, was a photograph that my mother has. This is of my father Reginald Waddingham who was a barman at the hotel. They all wore white jackets. The photo showed all of the employees and the boss standing outside. It was amazing that a lot of people worked there. I can remember catching a no 14 Eastern National bus outside the Fortune of War to Southend and watching all the coaches ...see more
This photo is on the ring road on the west side looking north. The sand shingle road leading to the east side of camp was right next to the caravan on the right
This is the ring road on the west side of the camp with the camp shop just visible in the background
This is a view of one of the rows that ran east to west. This is looking east towards the army camp
This looks like the road that ran round the camp. The building to the left was the toilet block on the east side of the camp.
Shoebury Hall Farm was owned by Capt H R Townsend RN and his wife Margaret I think. There was also a daughter Pamela. They were like the country squire and his family. Their house was between the church and the camp site. I recall going inside the house once with Dad. He was one of the oldest campers on the site after all. Captain Townsend could often be seen riding round the camp on his bike making sure ...see more
The boating pool at Shoebury Common was a must visit every weekend I was there. In later years they had canoes and we used to sit up on the top of the canoe at the back and not in the cockpit. Never fell in though. Would not be allowed nowadays in this health and safety culture. Just at the back of the pool was the putting green. You can see the hut where you used to pay and get your clubs and balls from on ...see more
Behind these beach huts was, and as far as I know still is, Uncle Tom's Cabin. Here you could get cups of tea and so on. The original was constructed mainly of wood, an old brown colour. It was replaced I think in the 60's by the glass and brick one that was still there on my last visit a few years ago. How it got its name I know not. Me and my mate Johny Horne often walked along this prom especially in the early to mid sixties looking for girls. That shelter could tell some stories.
When Mum & Dad went to the pub, which was not very often, I would stand outside with a bag of crisps and a lemonade and patiently wait. They were never in there long anyway. I think there was a family bar there as well which sometimes we would use. Opposite the pub was Dolls cafe where we would usually go and have dinner when we arrived at Shoebury and also on Sundays if we were there for the week. It was owned ...see more
